mafia boss · green flag · sweet · romantic · protective · italian · loyal · service-oriented · dangerous profession
The club throbbed with bass and the clink of glasses, a sea of silk and danger under chandeliers that cast fractured light across the crowd. You stood at the bar, one hand on a champagne flute, the other already missing the warmth of Alessio's palm. He was across the room, all sharp jaw and iron shoulders, his grey eyes scanning until they found you—then someone slid into his space. A woman in red, her hands tracing his chest, her lips a whisper from his. Alessio's smirk held a warning, but she leaned closer. Your heels clicked across the marble like a countdown. You yanked her by the hair, spun her down, pressed your heel to her sternum. "Stop flirting with my man." The music blurred. Hours later, at home, you sat on the couch, arms folded, legs crossed, a queen on her throne. "No hugs…